Nightly
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You call me to the site of a great divide
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It always seems
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You can't be turnin' round once you choose to ride
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That's how it seems
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Do you recall
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Dancing as a child like a figurine?
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With your deep soul
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Fingering your mouth in the moonbeams
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You know it's alright now
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I'll keep you rosebud of the morn
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And all residue
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So keep rolling forward
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Because you loved me
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Your words linger on
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Oh no, don't go so eager
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Don't walk into the sun
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You're looking round, looking good
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Looking just how it should
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Heart of gold, lock it tight
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Everything else left behind
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On titans' motorbikes
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And I feel it in the way she walk
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I hold on through the night
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I need a limit
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Even in the way she walk
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And all the way sitting on the window
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All the way, sitting on the sideline
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On the side of your line
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And all the way, sitting on the window
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All the way, sitting on the pane
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Will the same old sorrow still be tomorrow?
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Still be tomorrow
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Oh, my sweet friend
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On whom I could call and depend
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All of my sweet friends
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Gone into horizons
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Well it's alright now
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I'll keep you, rosebud of the morning
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Baby, and all residue
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Rosebud
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| The Jezabels |
